Death Flute
The Mourning Bamboo Guesthouse

Wisma Bambu is filled with a gripping atmosphere. So gloomy and silent. The scent of death can still be smelled thickly. Everyone there was filled with deep pain. No one intended to talk until the situation became quiet and dark.

All bodies are buried. The bodies of Mr and Mrs Luo were buried in the Luo family cemetery, joined by their forefathers who were first buried there. All the servants who died were buried in a place not far from it.

Sen Khang and Meng Huan worked to bury all the bodies without being helped by anyone. They did not contact anyone, including the Ouwyang family in the Nada Valley. The pain was too deep in their hearts that they would not talk about it anymore.

Meanwhile Ting Ting himself couldn't do anything. He was too busy crying and wailing. Crying her lost virginity, lamenting her lost pride. He can't do anything anymore. He did not hear all the entertainment given by Ouwyang Ping. Know what he is? He didn't experience the same thing. He doesn't know how it hurts!

They mourn. Sen Khang insisted he would not contact his aunt's family. He's very angry. He hated Chien Wan, so he hated his whole family. His hatred also made him not care about Ouwyang Ping who was still there.

During that time, Meng Huan was so attentive. He's very mature. He was busy taking care of everything. He shifted all responsibility onto his shoulders. She comforted Sen Khang, comforting Ting Ting, even encouraging Ouwyang Ping. He asked Ouwyang Ping to be patient and not take all the anger of Sen Khang and Ting Ting.

Meng Huan always accompanied the two brothers and always tried to encourage them. And after he calmed down, he even persuaded Sen Khang to contact the Ouwyang family.

Meng Huan deliberately took Sen Khang to the library so that their conversation would not be heard by Ouwyang Ping and Ting Ting Ting.

“What's up, Meng Huan?” tanya Sen Khang cold.

Meng Huan sighed. “Now it has been a few days that your parents died, Sen Khang. I think it's appropriate that we contact your aunt's family and tell her about what happened,” she said gently.

The anger that had been stifled for several days exploded upon hearing the suggestion.

“What?! No!” shouts Sen Khang wrathfully. “Why should I contact them? Do I also have to say that their beloved son killed 23 people in Wisma Bambu, including my father and mother? Do I also have to say that she has also defiled Ting Ting?”

“Please lower your voice,” pinta Meng Huan is anxious. “Do not until Ting Ting and Ping-er hear it!”

Sen Khang's anger is growing. “Ping-er!” snapped it. “He's the same! He's the vile killer's sister! I want him out of here!”

Before Meng Huan answered, the door opened and Ouwyang Ping entered. The girl looked sad, but also furious. He looked at Sen Khang with determination. “For the past few days I've been thinking about it. Kui Fang is right. I was too rash to accuse my brother. I can't stay here any longer watching you hate him and do nothing.”

“Ping-er, what do you want?” asked Meng Huan worriedly. The harsh and uncompromising face of Sen Khang.

“Search proof.”

Sen Khang burst out as if Ouwyang Ping was saying something funny. “Proof? You want proof of how else? Clearly your beloved brother is guilty!”

Ouwyang Ping nodded. “Seeing however, Sister Wan did seem guilty. But I realized something was not right.”

“What is it?” Meng Huan's eyes narrowed.

“Motif. What is the basis of the act and what is its purpose. Sister Wan has no reason to do all that,” Ouwyang Ping said calmly.

“Omong empty!” sergeant Sen Khang is stubborn.

“And regarding Ting Ting..,” Ouwyang Ping voice weakened. “Kak Wan does not need to stain him to be able to have it. Didn't Ting Ting love her?”

Sen Khang flinched. His legs were limp so he had to hold his desk so as not to fall.

“I go first, Brother Luo, Brother Chi. If I find an explanation, I'll be back. If my brother is guilty, you can take revenge on him. And to me guys.” Ouwyang Ping came out of the library and flashed leaving the Bamboo Guesthouse.

Sen Khang was glued to a pale face. He was devastated.

Meng Huan secretly left him.

***

He still clearly remembered his feelings when he saw Chien Wan coming that day. He was very happy and flowery because finally the young man wanted to approach him when he was alone. He hoped they could talk. He hoped that Chien Wan would express his feelings as he had always imagined.

Unexpectedly, Chien Wan attacked him!

Chien Wan attacked him brutally and viciously. His actions were cruel and unforgiving. Ting Ting Ting cried and begged over and over again for Chien Wan to stop, but her plea was only considered wind past. The young man even laughed seeing her cry. And when it was finished, leaving him just in a state of pain.

Ting Ting was devastated. Why did the young man he loved so much do all that? Why did the young man desecrate her, but all this time he always refused her love? Why kill her parents who have been so kind to Chien Wan and think of her as a child?

Ting Ting's love vanished and turned into hate!

The door to his room is open. Ting Ting stiffened and turned his head in fear. His heart was relieved that it was Meng Huan who came.

“Kakak Huan.”

Meng Huan approached with concern.

“I brought you some porridge, Ting Ting. Maybe it's not good because I cooked it myself. But better than nothing. I saw since last night you ate almost nothing,” Meng Huan said as she put down the tray she was carrying.

Ting Ting wiped his tears. “You're cooking? Where's Ping-er?”

“She went.”

Ting Ting looked away. “Good she's gone! I don't want him here!”

“Don't do it, Ting Ting. He's innocent,” scolds Meng Huan firmly.

Ting Ting did not reply. He sobbed back. During these seven days his face had changed a lot. Her once so beautiful and charming, now pale and very lethargic. Body skinny. He looks full of heart. Inner suffering. As a girl, she had been handicapped for losing her chastity. And at the same time, he also lost his parents.

Meng Huan looked at him with pity.

“I understand how you feel about Teacher and Aunt. My feelings are just as painful. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to ease your pain in that one because I'm not a woman. But you can trust me. I was also so devastated to see your screech, Ting Ting. You know how I feel about you. Seeing you suffer like this when all I want is your happiness,” says Meng Huan at length.

Ting Ting continued to cry.

Meng Huan sighed and approached. She wrapped Ting Ting's hair as she looked at him gently and lovingly.

“Don't cry alone anymore,” the whisper is smooth.

Ting Ting was only able to duck down and continued crying until his shoulders shook.

“If you want to cry, cry on my chest. I will always comfort you, take care of you, and protect you from all harm.” Meng Huan stroked the girl's shoulder.

Ting Ting let Meng Huan pull him over and hugged him. Ting Ting cried on Meng Huan's chest which was field and warm. Now he had just felt Meng Huan's sincere affection for him. He felt that he had been blind all along. How could he love such a cruel person as Chien Wan and ignore the sincerity of Meng Huan's love?

But suddenly Ting Ting gasped. He pulled away from Meng Huan's embrace. “Do not... Don't be so nice to me, Brother Huan!” panicked hissing. “I'm already dirty!”

Meng Huan was stunned and shook her head strongly. “Do not be so.”

“I've been stained! I'm dirty! I'm disabled!” isak Ting Ting was heartbreaking.

“Ting Ting!” hardik Meng Huan was firm. “Do not say that. You're a good girl. In my eyes, you are perfect! Never say that you are dirty again!”

Ting Ting was stunned in his chair while covering his face.